World's Strongest Troll

Chapter 330 Death's Apostle (4)

Another perfect world born from one person's infinite imagination.

Arcadia.

Jack and Alice had to go through a lot of preliminary work in order to open this world to the public as a single piece of content called a game.

[We need to give meaning to each and every trivial action people do and reward them accordingly. Whether it's a quest or an additional stat increase...]

[Let's classify Arcadia's items according to their rarity and usefulness. Wouldn't it be enough... at least 8 levels?]

[The distribution of levels and grades according to the strength of the monsters is also essential. How to distribute them?]

[Oh, and adventurers are travelers from another faraway dimension. No one should be able to recognize that this world is an illusion.]

In order to take care of both gameness and reality, a certain amount of compromise was made and numerous adjustments were made to present Arcadia to the public as the first virtual reality game of mankind. Two people who were busy preparing for it.

And Jack, the creator and father of this world, added one of the most important settings for adventurers.

[Adventurers are immortal beings who can never be killed, only returning to their original dimension when they die. It takes a certain amount of time... but you can come back anytime.]

As with any game, even if you die, you can come back to life and continue your previous journey. The protection of immortality, an added measure for the convenience and game playability of users.

This protection, granted by the authority of the creator and top developer, was so powerful and absolute that even the strongest dragons of the continent of Arcadia or beings with full divinity and divinity could not penetrate it.

But.....

Aww.

This ruthless assassin, wielding an ominous purple dagger and brutally slashing another priest's vitals, was different.

“You bastard... what the hell...?”

Hallelujah, the guild master of the Holy Cross, looked at him with confused eyes and stepped back. The other guild members were not aware of the current situation, but as the head of the guild, he could clearly realize that this current battle was not common.

[Senior guild member Baba Yetu has withdrawn from the guild.]

Baba Yettu was the first to die.

A message that floated before his eyes at the same time as he turned gray.

And the more the battle continued, the more people slowly died one by one, and as they fell to a gray light, Hallelujah's eyes began to tremble violently.

[Advanced guild member Holly Molly has withdrawn from the guild.]

[Advanced guild member IM Saint has withdrawn from the guild.]

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Each and every one of them was the guild's most elite force, and the protagonists who had played the role of key executives. Looking at the incomprehensible messages that people who would never leave of their own will had left the guild and the list of friends who had disappeared neatly as if they never existed, he realized instinctively.

[Sub-guild master Agatha has withdrawn from the guild.]

Being killed by the being in front of you right now...

is something completely different from a normal death.

“Are you alone now?”

As if this is all, the assassin asks in a relaxed manner. Everything is covered with a black cloth. However, Hallelujah could be felt vividly in the bright red eyes that could only be seen through the black cloth.

The vengeance and hatred burning fiercely.

“Uuuuuuuuuuuu.....”

Hallelujah, shrunken to the point of moaning in fear, forgetting that it was a virtual game. Morse muttered in a very contemptuous tone as he slowly backed away with a terrified face.

“It's really pitiful..... To bugs like you, those innocent and kind people died in pain without any guilt.”

Even though he was an ignorant villager, he felt warm affection from them. But Hallelujah, who was listening to it, said with a completely incomprehensible face.

“They were just insignificant NPCs! Why the hell are you even doing this!”

In Arcadia, users who do not die are no different from immortal beings.

That's why most of the users were often immersed in the thought of disrespecting human life.

- You say the monster is too strong? Even if you die, go to your body and block it!

-Raid is something to try and see. Even if you fail, what... isn't it all about dying?

- It's a game anyway. I'll do anything as long as it's rewarded generously.

To them, the world is just an amusement and entertainment. So even though it was a very small village with a population of less than 100 people, there was no sense of guilt or guilt on the face of Hallelujah, who brutally slaughtered all the residents and burned them all.

chagrin.

Looking at Morse with a resentful look in his eyes, Morse gave up on explaining and said calmly.

“To you, it may be just an insignificant chunk of data, but to me, it was a family that was more important than anything else.”

“what....?”

Morse, who refers to NPCs as family.

Hallelujah, who froze for a moment at the completely unexpected answer and stared blankly at him, laughed madly and shouted out in spite with mocking eyes.

“Hehehehehe...hehehehehehe! The NPC...the NPC was your family?”

Hallelujah, feeling in his heart that there was no way he could return without leaving himself alive anyway. That's why he said, looking at Morse with a face full of venom, as if he would say whatever he wanted to say before he died.

“How pitiful and miserable is life in real life, why are you playing family games with NPCs in this game? Have you ever lived as an orphan with no parents or siblings in real life?”

Hallelujah mocking Morse's chest by pouring vicious words that pierce and crush Morse's chest. However, Morse did not react at all to the man who cursed at him, calling himself a loser in life.

“If your life is better and more beautiful than mine, then try to live in reality from now on.”

“what....?”

“Because I will help you.”

Poo-wook.

A purple blade that pierced Hallelujah's body precisely through his heart. And Morse, who soon realized that his graying existence had met a complete death in Arcadia, exhaled deeply and muttered in a low voice:

“Uncle Kane.... And don’t be too unfair to the villagers and get some rest.”

The world is nothing but data made up of 0s and 1s.

It was not known whether there was an afterlife here, but Morse briefly closed his eyes in honor of all the victims who died unjustly for no reason.

And he said

“And... please watch over us in the future. My revenge begins now.”

clap.

Holding the purple dagger in reverse, he murmured to himself as if resolving something, his bright red eyes shining.

“I will never stop until the Holy Order is completely removed from this world.”

Morse feels a thirst for blood as if revenge for the loss of his precious family is far from enough. In doing so, he hid himself in the shadows, burning his enmity towards the entire Holy Cult that had created all this tragedy.

In this way, another tremendous variable was born in Arcadia.

Named the power of annihilation...

An adventurer with the ability to truly kill adventurers, the one who destroys the balance.

* * *

The moment when the seeds of a huge storm are sprouting and germinating far away on the North American continent.

Tan was almost obsessive, clinging to Jaeyoung and whispering in her ear.

“That's why, if the owner is willing to donate even a little bit of his outstanding talent for the Demon World, I'm asking him to spare some time and give me a special lecture. huh? Do you know how much the little devils under me respect their masters these days? It's not that difficult to teach the budding demons what real sales are. uh? If you come to the demon world, I can treat you gorgeously with a full course, the real owner.”

It hasn't been like that for a while recently, and after blowing up the imperial castle of the Shoen Empire, Satan, the lord of the Pandemonium, has been whining about coming to the Pandemonium again to give a lecture.

However, when Jaeyoung heard the offer to give a lecture on what true evil is for Satan's demons, he flatly refused his words with an expression of confusion as to whether he should like this or feel bad about it.

“no. I don't like it. Why do you keep saying you don't like it?”

“No, that’s why I hate it! It's because the owner doesn't know, do you know how honorable this position is? Under me, they just lined up in front of me because they wanted to give that special lecture.”

Demon King Satan, the lord of corruption and the ruler of the demon realm.

It is a glorious place that is no different from a stage where you can put a face stamp on his eyes, proudly imprint your viciousness in front of countless demons, and in a way boast about yourself.

If you do well, you can attract a huge number of supporters and instantly jump to a core rank such as a corps commander, so among the demons with a strict hierarchy, it was a position that made them anxious to see it somehow.

“Anyway, I hate it. Stop giving up because you don’t like it.”

That's why Tan can't understand Jae-young who refuses with a single knife like that. But he asked with his eyes shining as if he noticed something.

“Couldn’t Master... you still don’t think you’re evil?”

Tan asked with a questioning expression.

He hadn't been conscious of it until now, but now he was able to realize it.

The strange actions of Jae-young, who always smiled without blinking an eye and committed vicious evil beyond his imagination, and whenever he raised his thumb and praised him, Jae-young with a sullen face, saying nothing, and sending a strangely dissatisfied look. .

“.....”

Jae-young keeps her mouth shut and doesn’t respond to his words.

Then, as if it was really absurd, Tan pointed to El who was floating in the air with a serious expression on his face in the distance and said.

“Ha..... Master, let's be honest and admit what we have to admit. It's true no matter how hard you try to deny that the owner is the most vicious person in the world. Even that chicken cub admitted it. If you line up people who died or were fucked because of their owners, you could probably cross the entire continent of Arcadia?”

From his beginner days until now, he has had an enormous aftermath on the entire continent.

Considering only the achievements (?) of ruining at least three empires with a splendid history of a thousand years, Tan's words were by no means absurd bluffs.

“ah! a little! It's noisy, so stop talking!”

Jaeyoung finally reacts with an annoyed face as if he doesn't want to hear it.

That time when he and Tan are arguing over and over again.

El floated blankly in the air with a pale face as if he had seen a ghost.

‘What the hell is this...'

Ugh.

A pioneering idea of causality, the authority bestowed upon her by the Creator.

Being able to read all the causal and narrative flows affecting Arcadia, she could intensely feel the huge causal flow that suddenly began to move.

Cuckoo coo coo.

A gigantic flow that winds around and oscillates the entire continent of Arcadia.

I was taken aback by the fact that a cause and effect that was as great as when the Great War of the Holy Spirit took place in the past began to move without any notice or foreshadowing, but soon I was shocked to find out where the stage of the huge narrative was.

‘What's going on?'

The stronghold of the heavens and the basis for them to exert great influence in Arcadia.

Holy Empire Saint.

A huge storm was blowing around it.

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